(monstrum in fronte, monstrum in animoprocess, process, slum full of fun!)

Beausoleil, soleil soleil soleil soleilBeausoleil, reaping Nirvana in a desert landBeausoleil, Thine anger rising like a scorpionBeausoleil, dune buggy baby on a fairground slideBeausoleil, the taste of honey and the swirl of liesBeausoleil, jackbooting wide-eyed in the widest pitBeausoleil, looking at smiles and seeing only grinsBeausoleil, did dead Gods smell the dog's blood roseBeausoleil, now all Thine summers turn to menstrual wintersBeausoleil, kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill killy killBeausoleil, did dog's blood rise when the dead Gods diedBeausoleil, beautiful sunshine whose shadows hidesBeausoleil, white brothers planting burning crossesBeausoleil, the sharpest flavour is the one that stainsBeausoleil, when dog's blood rises does it also danceBeausoleil, grey benediction of the Final ChurchBeausoleil, it's just your habit of culling timeBeausoleil, a Death in June under a menstrual moonBeausoleil, Scorpio rising but the Light Bearer fallsBeausoleil, the squeky laughter of a giddy worldBeausoleil, still waving black flags from a stubble fieldBeausoleil, a maltese cross is pierced by the Blood of ChristBeausoleil, hiding from cancer crabs and cracking jokesBeausoleil, arson archbishop makes the deserts burnBeausoleil, the dead are grateful -- all you need is loveBeausoleil, fat Buddhas smiling with the widest grinBeausoleil, candy floss surgeon with the golden hairBeausoleil, a brand new Process for a brand new ageBeausoleil, a black Messiah wearing buckskin bootsBeausoleil, assassin creepy-crawls through Hebron's ValeBeausoleil, there's no business like the devil's businessBeausoleil, another martyr for the Noddy ApocalypseBeausoleil, que sera, seraBeausoleil, we want to sink into the deepest basinBeausoleil, fils de perdition, LuciferensBeausoleil, seven and seven is the hidden keyBeausoleil, a train to Clarkesville in the menstrual nightBeausoleil, Dsineyland darknes with your Armageddon smileBeausoleil, sangs rGyas chos dang tsogs kyi mChog rNams laBeausoleil, you hide your candle on Golgotha's hill